Gyeoul, who had been trembling, slowly turned around.

When her eyes met Midsummer's, her stiff tail began to wag gently.

Midsummer had been worried that Gyeoul might be in a state of panic.

But surprisingly, she was holding up well.

Of course, there could still be unseen issues, so Midsummer carefully called her name.

"Gyeoul."

"Shh."

Gyeoul raised a finger to her lips, signaling for silence.

She then pulled a piece of paper and a pen out of her pocket and started writing.

Her handwriting was shaky, likely from fear.

- Are all the zombies gone?

So that’s why. She …